She's nothing but a vegetable
these days
stable and immobile
on life support
no revolutions in sight
she does not speak up
or make demands
she just breathes
a heavy, apathetic breath
aided by machines
fed by machines
sedated by machines
so her condition remains
stable

she tells me stories
amazing tales
of old times
of her dreams and ambitions
of community
with the other patients
around her
she tells me
in a low voice
she keeps still
so she doesn't stir
the others
reads changes in the light
and in the shadows
I believe
she silently hopes
for a ****** revolution
for once